Sparks

Chapter Twelve: The Simmons Interrogation

Word quickly made its way around the base that Simmons was making his way through the check points on his way back to base. It was a scene seemingly straight out of a mid-evil movie in which someone yelled monster and the entire population of the small town would gather there pitchforks, shovels and fire posts before marching together to defeat that which was not normal. Only now there were heavily trained soldiers and Autobots with big guns, civilians grabbed there staplers and keyboards. Instead of long pieces of wood, the top holding a roaring fire for light, now there were heavy duty flashlight of all sizes that could be used as a weapon themselves if needed, especially since the monster they were marching out to face was human.

The sun had just began to set as the very large group come together weapons in hand, they began to march across the hanger towards the giant open doors, the first person in line was almost out of the building when Optimus Prime appeared in front of them, seemingly from nowhere from a the humans perspective.

"You will all stop what you are doing." Optimus voice was full of authority with a little tinge of disappointment and pride all mixed in. "Return your weapons and office supplies to there proper spots and go back to work…now." The collective groan could be heard from around the building before one by one they turned around to go do what they had been doing. Optimus watched for a moment before turning around himself just in time to see Simmons get his bag out of the trunk of the car and begin to make his way to the door of his room. In just three giant but silent steps Optimus put his right foot in front of Simmons and said door. The man looked up at his with wide eyes.

"You weren't supposed to be here until tomorrow! I was going to tell you when you got back." Simmons blurted out in a rushed tone as he dropped his bag. It was one thing telling off and being rude to his fellow humans, it was another to act like that to Optimus Prime, and rather any bot for that matter. Simmons gave one last longing look at what he could see of his door from over Optimus foot before looking back up again, he could already feel the a creak in his neck.

Optimus looked down at the man for a long minute, his processers going over everything he wanted to say and quickly erasing anything that would make the crowd he knew had reformed behind him cheer. No matter how he felt, he needed to remain calm and professional. He noticed the human he was focused on becoming more agitated then he already was and decided he needed to begin this conversation now before the man blew.

"Please explain the course of events that took place in regards to Samuel Witwicky and your help after his parents were killed." Optimus could not help but feel pride in himself for remaining as calm as he was, he had not even raised his voice. Simmons still gulped.

"Look, I was only trying to help the kid. After the wreak he was distraught. I was the only one who picked up the phone when he called apparently and I own the kid for helping me get back into Sector… I mean NEST.

"He told me that he could not live in his house anymore, he wanted to disappear for awhile. His house was already on the market with several bids, so I made the rest happen. I re-located Sam to my old apartment in New York and had all record of him classified so that no one would find anything of him if they searched. I was under the impression that you would not be back until tomorrow and the kids' criminal girl friend and his guardian were not supposed to be back until later tonight. Since you would need to know where the kid was I left with the intention of telling you when you got back." Simmons stated before glancing at his door again.

Optimus was silent for a moment longer, the story was almost exactly what Sam had told him, though Sam had not known that Simmons had basically classified him to the same extent the Autobots were classified.

"Well first I want to thank you for taking care of Sam when no one else was there for him." Optimus told him softly, ignoring the loud groans from behind him. Simmons relaxed.

"However, your methods were not…preferred. Deleting and hiding all information on Sam has caused more problems then I thought possible. You could have left me or any number of others a secure message. Optimus paused looking intently at Simmons to see if this was getting through to him or if he was being ignored as Simmons tended to do when he thought that his way was the only way. Simmons looked to be thinking however so Optimus took this as a good sign.

"I realize now, that I could have…handled this situation differently." Simmons choked out looking as if this admittance was causing him physical pain, but was honestly sorry it had happened. This was the ONLY reason he was admitting he was wrong. Someone in the crowd mumbled something about making this occasion on a calendar.

Optimus was silent for a moment longer before making a noise that could be passed as a sigh…maybe. Then with a nod he turned around and looked at the crowd. They scattered like a swarm of wasps had been let loose under them. Optimus grunted and went to his office.

Simmons just stood there for a good minute before snapping out of it and hurrying to his room praying this would all just blow over soon, surly with them about to be attacked they would forget? He paused at his door his hand on the handle when he heard Mudflap and Skids talking around the corner about ways to get back at him, eyes wide he opened the door to be met with a bucket of ice water pouring on his head, it dripped off his hair, clothes forming a large puddle beneath him.

"Armatures" Simmons mumbled, where was the originality? Then he turned on the light…